Music lesson 1
Let me tell you about a marvellous but unusual experience I have had over the past month.
At the grand old age of 38, I am learning to play the clarinet and having regular lessons. I am a simple soul with little life experience, having married my childhood sweetheart at the age of 19. I must have been terribly naive over the years and not noticed the obvious. My husband is now happily cohabiting with a man called Brian!
My world fell apart as you can imagine when I found out that my husband preferred men. I had wondered why he didn't seem to have much of a sex drive, but as I have only ever been with him thought this was normal. My self confidence has been in tatters as a result and I have been feeling very alone in the world.
A work friend of mine has been nagging me to 'get out there' and meet people. She advised me to join a social club, do online dating, and take up a musical instrument. I decided that out of these suggestions, taking up an instrument was the most attractive option. I haven't picked up the clarinet in 25 years, but decided to give it a go...
Let me tell you a little more about myself. I am shy, and perhaps come across as a bit 'mousy'. I have long curly auburn hair and a small trim figure, but confess to often just blending into the background.
My clarinet teacher frightens me. He is tall, dark haired and brusque in manner with very little time for small-talk or idiots it would seem. When teaching me, he 'barks' out orders impatiently, sometimes whilst texting or shuffling through papers. I don't think he'd actually made eye contact with me once or acknowledged my existence during previous lessons!
Four weeks ago, he was trying to teach me a simple enough piece of music which involved playing a series of notes quite quickly, but softly 'a la Pianissimo'. The more I tried, the worse I got.
"Try again," he said whilst clearly emailing someone on his phone.
The next time I attempted to play the piece, he threw down a sheaf of papers in disgust.
"This is an offence to my ears!" he blurted.
By this time, I was shaking and very close to tears.
"Don't you realise?" he 'barked' whilst rummaging through a sheaf of music. "This should be played gently, softly, beautifully like caressing the soft parts of a woman orally."
I wondered if I had heard him correctly. Surely he hadn't said what I thought he said?
"Well, what do you think?" he enquired, still busy with his scores of music.
"Um...I don't know," I whispered, looking at the floor.
"Speak up, I didn't hear that," was his response.
Silence.
More silence.
Terrible, uncomfortable silence...
He then abruptly looked up from his papers.
"Take your knickers off!" he commanded.
I remained paralysed to the spot, shaking, looking down at my feet.
More silence.
I heard him throw the scores of music to the floor crossly, move towards my chair, and pause in front of me.
"Stand up!" he ordered.
I nervously managed somehow to stand up, but wasn't able to look at him. In what seemed like seconds, I felt his hands push my skirt up to my waist then roughly and impatiently pull my knickers down. I was then pushed back into my chair and my knickers discarded.
"I will show you how to play," he muttered crossly, and knelt down and parted my legs.
By this time, my thighs were trembling and the embarrassment I felt was inordinate. How could this be happening? Then, I felt his tongue just softly probing my clit. I let out an involuntary cry and felt a gush of moisture between my legs! He stopped then, and actually looked at me for the first time and held my gaze. His gaze diverted to the undressed part of me, then back to my face again.
"You actually have a beautiful cunt and you are wet," he murmured, touching me and smearing the moisture gently all the way to my arse.
"I think I will play you some more," he said, and proceeded to lick me slowly and gently until I was practically writhing with pleasure and frustration.
"Please," I gasped. "Please!"
But he carried on playing me 'a la Pianissimo'.
Now not caring anymore, it was my turn to lose patience with him. I sat back in the chair, wrapped my legs around his neck, put my hands behind his head and pulled his whole face in. I held his head there firmly and moved against his face desperately. He seemed to approve of this, and at last began to play me with a little more 'Fortissimo', eating me, licking me enthusiastically from front to back.
I could feel my pleasure rapidly building, pulled his face in harder, and screamed out loud as the climax ripped through my whole body! I held his head there so that he could feel every bit of it! As it subsided, I let him go and lay back in the chair panting, recovering.
When I looked up again, he was looking at me quizzically.
"I think you are now learning," is all he said.
Music lesson 2
So as you can imagine, I didn't know what to expect when contemplating my next clarinet lesson. I had come away from the previous one feeling surprised but deliciously filthy and sexy. My scary impatient teacher appeared to have awoken something in me that I hadn't realised was there.
I decided to put in some preparation before my next lesson to make sure that I looked my best. Upon arriving at my music teacher's building, I was told by a stern looking receptionist to sit and wait as he had overrun during the previous session.
As I sat and waited, I again remembered the experience of his head between my legs, and began to feel a certain moistness that was pleasant but decidedly inconvenient. I excused myself to the bathroom to dry myself off, paused before re-entering the waiting room, and as a last minute decision took my knickers off and put them in my handbag. I exited the bathroom, and my teacher was waiting, looking at his watch and looking not in the best of moods. He beckoned for me to come in...
To my disappointment, he didn't even look at me, but ordered me to begin playing the piece I had been given to practice. As previously, he began to shuffle papers and only apparently half-listen to me which I found very disappointing. I had put a lot of time into practising during the previous week, and hoped he could see my improvement. I finished and waited anxiously for his appraisal. Like last time, there was a long uncomfortable silence, until he turned round, looked at me.
"Not bad," was his response.
He didn't say anything else, but just stood there looking at me. I looked back at him. His face did not give anything away. Silence again. In a moment of bravery, I parted my legs so he could see up my skirt. He gave a little start, cleared his throat and started to move across the room towards me.
"No," I said. "I have paid good money for this lesson and would like to learn a new piece today please".
He halted, paused, selected a new sheet of music to put on the stand and asked me to sight read. Then, instead of the usual texting and show of indifference, he pulled up a chair, sat down in front of me and told me to play...
So I played, and did so reasonably well. As I played, I parted my legs a little further so that he could see how wet I was. He sat and stared. When I had finished, he didn't say anything. I pointed out that my 30 minutes were probably now up and that the next pupil would be waiting. I rose to gather my things, and he stood and walked towards me. He had a very noticeable erection which I was dying to stroke.
"You cannot leave yet," he whispered hoarsely.
"I do not intend to let your next pupil be kept waiting," I replied formally. "It is bad manners and disrespectful".
As I gathered my bag and my music, I gently brushed the front of his trousers with my hand. Slowly, I undid his flies, and lowered his underwear to reveal his huge erect cock. I bent, kissed the tip, ran my tongue around the rim, and then walked away.
"Perhaps I can teach you a thing or two Mr arrogant," I whispered. "Until next time."
